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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 10:16 pm
Gendis watched Kefka doing this, and appeared sad for a fleeting second. The look on his face disappeared, though, almost as quickly as it had come. He sat next to the squadron leader and ordered "the hardest thing available." Without a second''s delay, a pangalactic gargle blaster was slid in front of him. He drank from it greedily, enjoying the feeling of having his brain explode in a million, brightly-colored pieces.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 11:08 pm
Zendia threw Art a mild wink. "Well, Ruby Four's groin has allready made the acquaintance of my foot, so, seeing as how he'd not like a repeat performance, I think I may be able to persuade him to pick up the tab,"
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 11:11 pm
Art winked back at her. "Sounds good to me, hopefully he'll come around for a pity drink, we'll get him then."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 5:59 pm
Celena
The reason Kefka lived to fight another day. He could still remember the day he left.
"Kef, don't leave me!" Celena's blonde hair was blowing in the winds on the shores of the Silver Sea.
"I have to leave, the Galaxy needs me!" Kefka retorted, the soft sand under his feet turned grainy as they left the private beach Celena's father owned.
"I need you more!" she shot back, and Kefka could feel the grainy sand under him turn to the floor of a Z-95 Headhunter, and the stormy Chandrillan sky above him turned into the glassy cockpit of the snubfighter. They kissed, and Kefka shut the cockpit down.
"I'm doing it for you...and for Kavin."
The ground beneath him fell, and he left her to fight the one eyed terrorist TIES in the skies above.
Kefka shut the holobank and sat back in his chair. HE took a sip of the membrosia but the sweet thick drink tasted like saltwater to him. He sighed and shot the drink back to the table.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 6:08 pm
((can we actually move on and get our drunk asses out of the bar?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 6:42 pm
((We could, but where would we go, what would we do? getting drunked is the universal transition, we sit drinking until some one has an Idea or needs to do something and we decide to accompany them. OS if you want us out of the bar, give us a reason to go))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 6:45 pm
((I can come up with s**t like there's no tomorrow, but it doesn't help if there is no time progression... That's the only reason why Orrin gets to be mission planner, so you guys dont' have to think up a storyline, while I do.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 9:07 pm
Zendia looked over to Kefka. "Hey, are you allright, boss?" she gently asked him with a note of concern.
(( And, I agree with Nelo on this, After all, there is the infamous "Dantooine .. they're on Dantooine," line, so, I imagine that we'll be needing to bug out of there before too long. ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:29 am
((yeah let's get the hell off this rock!))
"Hmm? Yeah, i'm fine. Good fighting today guys, I expect the RUby preps wont mess with us anymore."
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 3:24 pm
((Yea.. the evac of Dantooine is kinda... lame in comparason to most evacs the rebellion did. No imperial forces attacked them, none stopped them, hell, they didn't even realize that the rebels were ever on Dantooine till after the destruction of Alderaan. Still, there's more missions I can think of to do here...))
Orrin slept in his bed, until a loud beeping noise came from the datapad.
"Hm... commander wants me to do the dirty work, eh?" he mumbled while reading the message. He stepped outside, and stopped a little R2 unit. "Notify Emerald Squadron about a briefing. Tommorow morning. Not to be late like LAST time, at 0530 hours."
With the droid off, Orrin decided to sleep in till 0400.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 6:00 pm
Kefka got up and went to the empty pilot's lounge. He fli[pped his wristcomm and dialed in Celena's code.
For a few minutes, there was static, and then the HoloOperator confiremd downtime for the Chandrilla reciever.
Sad, Kefka clicked out and sat down.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:37 pm
Gendis staggered in and noted Kefka's expression. "Why so glum, commander? C'mon! There are some guys at the bar that wanna play some drinkin' games!" It looked like Gendis was in no shape to actually participate in such games.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 7:24 am
"Orphan, you're dead wasted anyways, don't play any drinking games or you'll end up with liver problems."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 9:05 pm
((this is getting boooring...can we just evac?))
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 9:18 pm
I agree, lets run what ever mission he has planed for us tomarrow, then get the hell off this rock.))
Art walked up to Kefka and Gendis, "YOu know hes right, your stoned and..." suddenly a small R2 unit wheeled up and projected a message infront of them. The message read: Your prensence is requested along with the rest of your squad at a briefing tomarrow morning at 0530 hours. It is also requested that you are not late for sed meeting. "Well now you don't have a choice, we'll all going to bed if we have to drag ourselfs there."
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